User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond: Unleash the Beasts of War/@comment-1298206-20141220013338/@comment-2246928-20150111232232

The white fox shrugged, looking far less sure of himself, pulling back from the otter and shrew's expecting expressions. "I too have heard thy talk and rumors. I assure thee, howver, I know naught of whom thou speakest..."

Triggerfish narrowed his eyes, giving the fox a look of cold impatience. He dragged his rapier out of his belt and rapped the bladepoint on the fox's sword,which they hsd taken off him while he was unconsious and placed out of his reach. "Dis waunderful beaut yaers?" The fox nodded, a confused frown creasing his snow-flecked muzzle. "Yes..."

The shrew nodded, as if calculating all the ways he could use that sword. "Cauld steel, weel-balanced an' sharpeened, ya?"

"Yes. But I do not see-"

The shrew's eyes glistened like stars of ill omen as he leaned forward, breathing warm steam into the increasingly worried face of his captive. "Ah waender 'ow long it'd take t' skeen ye b'faer y' die o' blaudloss... Would ye like ter no?" The fox hurriedly shook his head, a shiver that wasn't caused by the chill of savage winter shooting down his spine. "There are two, not one."

Triggerfish pulled back, raising an eyebrow as he studied the fox. "Tyoo wat?"